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"Something doesn't feel right about this, there's no guards here, no security, nothing. If Flag was going to be holed up anywhere, you know he'd have some kind of detail with him."

Your hand hasn't left the gun in your lap the whole time, and your eyes haven't strayed from the warehouse either, right about now wishing you had some kind of x-ray vision or that John was competent enough to give chase to someone if they made a run for it out of a side door without totalling the van.

"Worried about your boyfriend in there, huh?"

You finally have a reason to look away from the warehouse, turning your head to glare daggers at the man beside you in the driver's seat, a shit-eating grin on his face that tells you he's trying to piss you off. "He's not my boyfriend, and you know what? It's a little creepy that you were listening to us last night!"

"The walls were paper thin! I wasn't listening for fuck sake, it was more like I'd been given a front row seat to the world's worst play, trust me, my ears were plugged, didn't stop me from hearing the two of you going at it, sounded like a couple of fighting alley cats." He's grimacing, pure disgust replacing the amusement that was there before.

Wordlessly, you roll your eyes and avert your gaze back to the warehouse, chewing the inside of your lip raw as each second ticks by.

"So you and Adrian. Gotta say, can't say I didn't see this coming."

You wish he'd just shut up, sometimes John is on the same level of annoying as Adrian can be.

"There is no me and Adrian. And what exactly do you mean by that?" Your anger flares once more, glowering at him again, about ready to get out of the van and leave him to fend for himself if it would mean you get out of having this conversation.

"Oh come on!" John gestures wildly at nothing. "It's obvious to just about everyone that Adrian has a thing for you! We all talk about it."

"What the fuck John?!"

"What?? It was Judomasters idea to put the two of you in the same room! Don't shoot the messenger! If you wanna have beef with anyone, it should be that little green fucker!"

"I swear to god I'm gonna train Eagly to shit on command and his first target is going to be your head!"

"Me? Why me?! It's your own fault for being so oblivious about it, and falling asleep in the van, if you'd been you could have been roomies with anyone else, but nooooooo."

"No one picked you." You shoot back, smugly.

"I'm taking care of Eagly and fuck you!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck off!"

The two of you fall into angry silence, mirroring each other with crossed arms and matching scowls, Eagly in the back of the van breaking the silence when he starts cleaning his feathers.

Economos notices you checking your watch again, the subtle gnawing at your own lip and with a sigh, he relents, calmer as he speaks. "They're fine in there you know? I don't think Flag is here either if I'm being honest with you, it's been a month already, he's not just going to suddenly show up like this, but Harcourt? She's been like a dog with a bone ever since Chris went missing, I've seen that woman at her angriest, this is different, she's strong, but I know losing Chris is effecting her more than she's willing to let on."

You slump back into your seat, turning your head to look over at him, a understanding look passing between the two of you now. "Yeah you're right… Adrian's the same, I don't think he slept much last night, if at all."

"Yeah I wonder why." John snorts and you deliver a hard, but playful punch to his thigh, enough to hurt, but not enough to be malicious.

"No, dumbass, I mean before that. He was tossing and turning for hours, I really worry about him sometimes, and I think his hope of us getting Chris back is starting to slip."

"You like him too! Yes! Fleury owes me $10!"

"What?! No I don't! And you motherfuckers have been betting on us??"

"Ow! Stop—ow! Hitting me! It was just a little pool we had going! Ow! Not the face!" Out of everyone, you and Economos have always fought like siblings, delivering snacks that aren't designed to bruise, but to sting as a reminder of how much an asshole he is.

When the walkie talkie in the centre console crackles however, you cease your attacks, rushing to grab it before John can just as Emilia's voice filters through.

"Hey, we didn't find Flag, but we found the next best thing, get your asses inside and bring a medkit."

The unmistakable and pungent coppery tang hits your nostrils the deeper into the warehouse you go, John's hot on your heels as Eagly soars above head, his caws echoing throughout.

When you reach the furthest room, your view is momentarily shielded by cargo containers stacked high, weaving through them to follow the sounds of chatter and pained grunts until you find the source.

Everyone is standing around him in a semi circle, Emilia's knuckles are bloodied and raw as she paces back and forth in front of the man anchored to the chair. It takes you a moment to recognize who it is, the disfigured face littered with cuts and bruises, swollen eyes and a broken nose, blood matting his moustache and pouring down his chin, glasses broken at his feet.

"Is that Happerson?" Your question halts Harcourt in her tracks, looking over at you with a steely and focused gaze, just as everyone else's eyes land on you and John.

Emilia sighs, pacing over to John to take the medkit from him, taking out a spool of bandages to wrap up her hand. "Yep. Motherfucker was left here by Flag to die. He didn't quite finish the job though."

You're surprised by that, not only that he and Rick seem to have had a falling out, but that the state he was in wasn't just caused by the blonde.

Leota speaks up now, arms crossed over her chest as she looks back at Happerson, his head hanging to his chest, hands and feet zip tied to the chair, crimson dripping onto the concrete floor. "From what we could get out of him, he says as soon as Rick Flag put Peacemaker in another dimension, that's when he started to turn on him, like he'd gotten what he needed out of him so why would he need more than that?"

"Oh? What a surprise that Flag turned out to be a backstabbing piece of shit, who would have seen that coming? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." You mutter, sarcastic and unsympathetic to the half conscious man, taking the bandage from Emilia to help her.

Fleury continues now. "He says that a few days ago Flag showed up at his door out of the blue under the premise of needing one last favour, handed him a fat stack of cash and acted like everything was normal, that's when he drove them out here and did… well most of this. We think the tip off we got this morning was from Flag, like he wanted us to find Happerson dead, like one last 'Fuck you'."

"So what now? What good is Lex Luther's lap dog to us?"

"That's what I've been saying! If he's not going to help us, why are we even keeping him alive?" Adrian goes to step forward, clad in his Vigilante suit, about to pull out one of his many knives when Leota places a stern hand on his chest to stop him.

"No, Adrian! Look, I know you're pissed, okay? We all want answers, but you have to chill the fuck out, go for a walk or something!" Ads tells him, pointing to the nearest fire exit with a pleading look in her eyes.

There's a metallic scraping as he sheathes his knife back in its holster, visor tilted in your direction for a split second before he's gone, stalking off out of the building to clear his head. You watch him go, the embers of something like yearning warming your chest, wanting to comfort him, but you can't, not right now.

It's Bordeaux's turn to speak, stepping in front of the chair and crouching down to his level, tilting up Happerson's heavy head with the barrel of her gun, his eyes barely able to open, two puffy slits. "He's going to help us by rebuilding more portals, isn't that right, Sydney?"

Inside, howls of pain ring out as Happerson has his wounds tended to by a less than gentle-handed Fleury, you hear them even now as you're back at the van, your search for Adrian over the last 15 minutes coming up short with only one place left to look.

When you open the back door, light floods in and you see him, sitting on one of the back benches, mask off and hanging in his hand between parted legs, slightly slumped over. He doesn't even register your arrival until you call his name, emerald green gaze meeting your own, eyes glossy and big, his jaw quivering as he holds back the flood.

You don't even have to think about it, already climbing into the back of the van, door closing behind you before sitting down beside him wrapping your arm around his shoulder and guiding his head to your neck just as the dam breaks and he let's out a broken sob, burying his face in the crook of your neck and grasping at your shirt.

"Hey, shh, it's okay, I've got you, Adrian, I'm here…"

You repeat the same soothing phrase over and over, as many times as he needs grounding him to you as if you were his lifeline. Leota had been the one to comfort him last time, when Chris left and didn't even mention him in his goodbye letter, you ached for him when that happened, listening to his sobs going on long into the night that particular night.

This is different, the wounds are still raw, barely healed from that incident, losing his best friend again for a second time with the prospect of not getting him back this time is doing a lot more damage than you thought.

Wet sobs gradually ebb away into hiccups, still clinging to you as if he's afraid you'll leave too, your shoulder is stained with his tears, his breath warm on your neck, you'll hold him for as long as he needs.

The first brush of his lips against your neck jolts you, electric and startling, you think for a moment it was an accident, but then he does it again, a little higher, testing, gauging your reaction.

"Adrian, don't." Your shaky voice is somewhere between a plea and a warning, but even you know it's weak, meaningless, a clawing need brewing deep inside you, rapidly bubbling to the surface, threatening to boil over imminently.

Tear moistened lips trail up and over your jaw, pulling a sweet sigh from you that will echo in Adrian's mind for the rest of his life. He kisses the corner of your mouth, shaky pants filling the minute space between you.

Once, twice, just to the very edge where your lips meet your cheek. You're gone before the third kiss can land, turning your head sharply to capture his mouth with your own, unable to stop yourself from breaking the rules you'd set last night, that was a moment of weakness, this is a moment of madness, driven by pure and wanton need.

Adrian's hands fly up to frame your face as you grasp at his wrists, keeping him tethered to you.

Thoughts swirl in your mind, a dizzying concoction of questions and feelings you aren't quite ready to put names to. 24 hours ago, you were sure you saw Adrian as nothing but a friend. A friend akin to an annoying fly buzzing around your ear non-stop sometimes, but a friend none-the-less.

And now?

Now he's someone who has been filling your thoughts since the moment you woke up this morning, thoughts of his fingers inside you and the way he made you feel, how even now, when his tongue is in your mouth, there's this tender edge to it that jolts your entire being like a clap of thunder out of no where, startling you with the truth.

You do like him.

Despite your earlier aggravation over John betting money on the two of you, he was right.

Which leaves you questioning how everyone else could see it before you could even figure out your own feelings. That's something you're completely unable to focus on there and then though, not when your body betrays you, letting a shaky moan out, swallowed by the kiss and igniting Adrian's need for you further, responding with his own low rumbling groan that makes your toes curl.

When you finally let go of his wrists to fist your fingers into his mask-flattened curls, that's when Adrian seizes his opportunity, grabbing you by the hips and guiding you onto his thigh, your legs cleaved open by the thick muscle beneath you.

Everything feels hot, your skin, the atmosphere, the gloved hands that tease their way under your shirt, fingers splaying apart and grabbing at handfuls of your hips. Not to mention the blazing and unignorable heat you feel in your core, leaking out, coating your cotton panties, sticking to your lips, dampening the inside of your jeans.

On instinct, you move, grinding down on his thigh, rocking your hips experimentally making both of you let out matching small moans in unison — yours over how surprisingly good it felt, Adrian's over getting to bring you pleasure all over again. As your hips pick up pace, your kisses become clumsier, more fierce, teeth clashing against one another as you both grope and grab at whatever you can on each other's bodies, his hand snaking up your torso to knead at your breast over your bra, yours leaving his hair to palm at the tent in his tactical pants, it's all so urgent and fraught with need.

With every pass over his thigh, the seam of your jeans plucks at your clit, providing a dull friction that was somehow just enough to keep you on edge, building up your pleasure gradually to something hotter, you feel it winding in your belly, coiling tight, aching to release.

Adrian presses you down harder against his thigh, willing you to take what you need from him, chasing your own touch with needy little lifts of his hips, whining and groaning into your mouth, only pulling back to watch your blissful expression as you ride his thigh. Your eyes are closed, biting at your bottom lip to hold back your moans that he so desperately longs to hear again, you're the single most beautiful thing he's ever seen, he'd tell you that if he wasn't sure it would ruin the moment, that it would be like dumping a bucket of ice cold water over the two of you if he were to spoil it with thoughts and feelings. Not now, maybe never, he doesn't know how to be someone's… someone. As much as he wants to.

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with a need that mirrors his own, green eyes almost black as he drinks you in, you're both too far gone to comprehend the magnitude of all the unspoken words between the two of you, leaving it to remain a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at any moment.

When his lips clash into yours again, you don't stifle the moans this time, allowing him to pull them out of you, allowing yourself to bask in the shuddering groans he gives you in return, filling the back of the van. You cling to those sounds, letting them bounce around in your ears on repeat, vibrating against your lips as you're driven closer and closer to ecstasy, gasping when a deeper grind makes you see stars behind your eyes, his name an absentminded cry from your lips against his own.

"Adrian—"

If the two of you hadn't been so wrapped up in the moment, you might have had more time to react, you would have heard your names being called, getting louder the nearer they got, but you didn't, neither of you did. You might have even heard the rustling outside the van, or the snickers that followed, but you didn't.

What you did hear though, was the loud knocks against the rearside door, jolting you both out of the moment, heart jack hammering in your chest, scrambling out of Adrian's lap and standing straight, hastily righting your clothes and watching as Adrian fumbles with putting his glasses on.

He crosses his legs over in the least nonchalant way possible to conceal the raging hard-on, smoothing out the curls that were sticking up in every direction after you'd attacked them with your hands, whistling casual and out of tune as if that would do anything to aid the awkwardness of this moment again.

When you open the door, you see Judomaster standing there, open bag of cheetos in hand and a smirk on his masked face that says everything without uttering a single word.

"Oh. There you two are, Harcourt sent me out here to find you, didn't you hear me calling your names?" This bastard.

Biting your tongue, you watch him crunch down on a spicy orange-coated stick, giving him your best warning glare — one that ultimately does nothing, of course.

"No, we were busy talking. Uh-about Happerson! Yeah, about Happerson and how he's going to help us. Right Adrian?" Your words are slightly gritted, glancing over your shoulder to see him wide-eyed and frazzled when you tag him in for help.

"Oh! Totally! Like, this one—" Adrian gestures his thumb to you while talking to Rip. "She has so many good ideas about how we can make him talk".

Greeaaaaat. You knew you should have just done all the talking here

"Oh really?" Rip replies with a false curiosity in his voice that has your teeth grinding. "Well I'm sure everyone would be so interested in hearing these ideas inside. Wait, Adrian you look like you've been crying."

"No I don't! You look like you've got come splattered on your chest, but I don't go around pointing that out do I!?" Adrian's ridiculous defensive words do nothing but make Rip grin harder, grating on your last nerve knowing he's getting a kick out of this.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. "Look, we're coming, alright?"

Rip takes a step back to allow you space to hop down out of the van, starting to walk on ahead a little. "I'm sure you were!" He calls over his shoulder, another rustle and crunch sounding out.

"Asshole." Muttered under your breath, you're about to follow when you realise Adrian's still in the van, unmoving from where he sits. "What are you doing? Come on, everyone's waiting."

He just flashes you an apologetic smile, gesturing to his crotch. "I don't think I'm gonna be going anywhere like this, not unless you want them to think we were fooling around back here!"

"Rip knows we were fooling around, genius!"

"Pfft! No way!" Adrian dismisses with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, cover for me? I need like 5 minutes just to think about my 9th grade math teacher or something."

"What?!"

He rolls his eyes. "She smelled like mothballs and had permanent coffee breath, it's the least sexy thing I can think of to make my boner go awa—"

Slamming the door shut, you cut Adrian off from his reasoning, letting out the longest and most frustrated huff as you lightly jog to catch up to Rip.

Why, of all people, did you have to have a crush on Adrian Chase?

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